Quotes by Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

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There is always something left to love. — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
He dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Gaston was not only a fierce lover, with endless wisdom and imagination, but he was also, perhaps, the first man in the — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Intrigued by that enigma, he dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by tryi — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
It's enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment. — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Tell him,' the colonel said, smiling, 'that a person doesn’t die when he should but when he can. — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
One minute of reconciliation is worth more than a whole life of friendship! — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Both described at the same time how it was always March there and always Monday, and then they understood that José Arca — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid, and one day — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Amaranta, however, whose hardness of heart frightened her, whose concentrated bitterness made her bitter, suddenly becam — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Josè Arcadio felt himself lifted up into the air toward a state of seraphic inspiration, where his heart burst forth wit — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
But the lucidity of her old age allowed her to see, and she said so many times, that the cries of children in their moth — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
...her own experience was beginning to tell her that an alert old age can be more keen than the cards. — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
It had never occurred to him until then to think that literature was the best plaything that had ever been invented to m — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
For a week, almost without speaking, they went ahead like sleepwalkers through a universe of grief, lighted only by the — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Men demand much more than you think," she would tell her enigmatically. "There's a lot of cooking, a lot of sweeping, a — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
The uncertainty of the future made them turn their hearts toward the past. They saw themselves in the lost paradise of t — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
He soon acquired the forlorn look that one sees in vegetarians. — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Sitting in the wicker rocking chair with her interrupted work in her lap, Amaranta watched Aureliano José, his chin cove — Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude